Songshan!

This is one of the five mountains, the strange peaks are steep, the strange rocks are craggy, and it is even more famous in the martial arts.

It's all because of the Shaolin Temple on Shaomuro Mountain! Since the beginning of the Central Plains martial arts, the bull's ear is a myth that will not fall for thousands of years!

And for decades, the Songshan faction on the Tai Room has a strange peak, the head of Zuo Lengchan is the United Wuyue Sword Sect, as the leader of the alliance, and there are Songshan thirteen Taibao for its wings, the prestige is growing, although it is still not as good as the Shaolin millennium heritage, but there is also a gradual tendency to fight against the court.

In particular, this Zuo Lengchan is a generation of heroes, and he is in a hurry to plan the merger of the five mountains, once this plan is successful, even Shaolin Wudang is not invincible!

It's a pity that Zuo Lengchan's plan to dominate the martial arts is doomed to failure, and he doesn't even know the reason for his failure, just because a person he hasn't provoked at all has already paid attention to him!

However, the rivers and lakes have been like this since ancient times, the weak eat the strong, the strong wins, and the king loses!

"Is this Mount Taimur? Speaking of which, I went directly to Shaomuro a few times when I went to Songshan, and the surrounding peaks are really rarely taken into account......

Fang Ming walked up with his hands in his hands and came directly to the front of the Songshan Sect Mountain Gate.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

The two disciples of the Songshan Sect immediately greeted them, with the arrogant arrogance of the famous sect on their faces.

"Looking for trouble!"

The two disciples were stunned, and then they were angry! Furious like a prairie fire!

Since Zuo Lengchan served as the head of the house, and then the Thirteen Taibao were rampant, there are no more martial arts people who dare to come to Songshan to provoke!

"You're looking for death!"

The two long swords stabbed one left and one right, the tip of the sword was extremely sharp, but the two sides were very blunt, and there was almost no edge, which was the standard long sword of the Songshan faction.

The two disciples shot out angrily at this time, their hands sinking and their swords steady. Swift and ruthless, it can also be regarded as a good hand in the rivers and lakes!

"Good! Zuo Lengzen's decades of hard work are really good! ”

Fang Ming grabbed and threw with both hands, and the two disciples flew up directly and fell into the Wanzhang Mountain Road next to them, and the screams echoed back and forth. Tragic and thrilling!

"Someone broke into the mountain!"

This terrible scream was an excellent signal, and several of the junior disciples of the Songshan Sect around them shouted hoarsely.

"To be a pawn is to have the consciousness of a pawn!"

Fang Ming clapped his palms continuously, and in the midst of the whistling wind in his palms, the rest of the Songshan disciples fell to the ground and convulsed, and blood was spurting wildly from their mouths, obviously seriously injured, and it would be rare to be like ordinary people in the future. There is no longer force that can run amok.

Fang Ming continued to move forward, and a blood path behind him went up along the mountain gate, it was the blood that flowed out of the disciples of Songshan Mountain!

"What people! How dare you break into Songshan? ”

In the middle of the way, two soft shouts sounded!

At the same time, a silver-white sword light and whip shadow roared, and the sword light zigzagged back and forth, nine twists and eighteen plates, and the whip shadow filled the sky. The strong wind blows in the face, and they are all first-class players on the rivers and lakes!

"Hmm. Songshan Thirteen Taibao, it turns out that they are all here! I had to look for it everywhere! ”

Fang Ming's laughter was like a sword, and a sword light shot directly into the sword shadow of the whip shadow in the sky, and countless sword shadow circuits in the void collapsed at the touch of a button, melting one after another like snow meeting the sun under this sword. The frightened face of a Songshan faction master behind him was revealed.

"What's the use of so many fancy?"

Under the sword, the sword shadow in the sky was broken, and the Songshan swordsman who attacked screamed, and a small hole was broken in his forehead by the sword qi. Fall to the ground in a fit of rage, and don't blink an eye!

"You...... You actually killed Senior Brother Zhong? ”

The whip master next to him shouted.

"Kill it, kill it, what can you do with me?" Fang Ming slapped his right palm, and the long whip in the old man's hand suddenly broke into several pieces, vomiting blood and flying back.

"Oh! Thinking about it, it seems to be called Jiuqu Sword Zhongzhen...... The martial arts are not good, but the sword is good! ”

Fang Ming kicked on his toes, and Zhong Zhen's life-threatening saber Jiuqu fell directly into his hand, this sword was a thirteen Taibao weapon, made of refined steel, for example, Fang Ming grabbed it casually at the beginning, and now he doesn't know where to throw it, the stainless steel long sword is naturally better! As soon as I started it, a chill rose.

"Not bad, not bad! This sword is really buried in Zhong Zhen's hands......"

Fang Ming flicked his sword and swung it, and in the midst of the dragon's groan, the snow-white sword light had already wiped the throat of the previous whip master.

"This seems to be one of the thirteen Taibao, but what about him......"

"Uncle Zhong...... Uncle Deng...... They were all slain by the thief......"

A group of Songshan Sect disciples stared at this scene in a cold sweat, and suddenly they didn't know who shouted, and they ran away, completely losing the courage to confront Fang Ming.

As long as this kind of miscellaneous fish does not come to block the way, Fang Ming disdains to step on it, and people block and kill people all the way, and the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha and comes to the important place in the inner courtyard of the Songshan faction.

At this time, the Jiuqu Sword had already brought a lot of the blood of Songshan masters, and it seemed that there were also a few people from the original Thirteen Taibao, but unfortunately Fang Ming didn't have the patience to remember them one by one.

"Make the Fox Thief !!"

In front of the Patriarch Hall, the surviving disciples of the Songshan faction were surrounded by one person, their long swords unsheathed, their eyes were red, and they were all wearing the sky!

"Linghu thief, you actually killed so many people from my Songshan faction for no reason, even Shaolin can't protect you!"

The first person was wearing an earthy yellow cloth robe, and his face was grim, it was Zuo Lengchan who Fang Ming came to find this time!

This time, Fang Ming went up the mountain with a sword, and he had already killed no less than forty or fifty people, especially many thirteen Taibao, which made Zuo Lengchan's heart bleed a lot, but in the end, he was a hero, and he thought more when his eyes were about to split: "Isn't it...... Shaolin is finally going to do something to my Songshan faction, no! Fang proves that the old bald donkey prides himself on being benevolent, and he will definitely not be like this......"

"It's not Shaolin, it's me!"

Fang Ming chuckled and said, "I came up this time to want the Songshan faction to be removed from the martial arts from now on......"

Extinguish Song Mountain!

With the power of one person, this is almost the third major force of the righteous path to be knocked into the dust!

Zuo Lengchan laughed angrily: "What a big breath! ”

In the midst of the sneer, one of his long swords has died like a dragon going to sea****!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Sword Shadow Light Cold! In Zuo Lengchan's hand, the long sword seemed to have a life of its own, and Mu Di conjured up three sword shadows, and actually made three swords in a flash!

One of the swords is clear and timeless, and it is a dragon of the ages! Another move is the Yujing Tianchi, and there is also a light and moving move, which is for the stacking of green and floating green!

These three moves are Songshan's "inner eight roads, outer nine roads", 17 roads long, fast and slow swordsmanship in the lore moves, at this time Zuo Lengchan a sword into three styles, three swordsmanship to the essence of Songshan swordsmanship, make up for each other, almost no flaws, see the Songshan school disciples can't help but shout a 'good' word.

Fang Ming's feelings were even more obvious, these three moves attacked him in the upper, middle and lower three ways, and Yu Jian Lu contained an extremely strong Yin and Cold internal strength, knowing that Zuo Lengchan had already used all the cold and cold true qi at the bottom of the box at the extreme crisis of the sect, and the power was extraordinary!

It's a pity that at this time, Fang Ming not only refined the mysteries of the Dugu Nine Swords, but also had already achieved innate merit, and the cold qi on the blade of Zuo Leng Zen Sword was like a breeze blowing on his face, and there was no threat to him.

Under the movement of the sword blade, it has already pointed directly at the three flaws in Zuo Lengchan's swordsmanship, at this time, if Zuo Lengchan insists on attacking, when the tip of the sword does not reach Fang Ming's body, he will send it to Zhong Zhen's love sword to disembowel.

Zuo Lengchan naturally wouldn't do this kind of loss-making business, he roared wildly, turned around and folded when he couldn't make a move, and stabbed out thirteen more swords like a swimming dragon!

These thirteen swords are strange and simple, and they are also continuous sword shadows, exquisite, and the disciples of Songshan have been unable to turn their eyes off it.

"Good!"

Fang Ming stabbed again with his backhand, and also returned thirteen swords, breaking all of Zuo Lengchan's Songshan swordsmanship!

The Songshan disciples who were watching were almost dumbfounded, Zuo Lengchan was already the first swordsman in Wuyue, and in their hearts, he might also be the number one swordsman in the world, and the Songshan swordsmanship he used was actually broken, which was almost an impossible thing! But now it's happening!

"The Songshan faction must not die in my hands......"

Zuo Lengchan passed dozens of moves, knowing that he was by no means Fang Ming's opponent today, and a group of disciples had low martial arts, and it was harmful and useless to join the battle circle, and under the sad mood, he had already stored the idea of the death of jade, and suddenly the sword turned around, and he did not defend his vital points, a stainless steel long sword was like a wind splashing ink, and the sword was pressing, only attacking but not defending!

Whew!

The Songshan disciples on the periphery saw that the head of the sect and the enemy were in the continuous sword shadows, whistling endlessly, and suddenly a sword qi overflowed, turning a disciple into the air in two sections, and his intestines flowed to the ground, and he couldn't help but retreat a few steps one after another.

"Ah......h

Suddenly, a scream like a wolf howl came out, causing the faces of the people in Songshan to change wildly, because they had already recognized that this was Zuo Lengchan's cry!

The two figures in the field were separated with a touch, and there was still a little blood on the tip of Fang Ming's Jiuqu sword, but Zuo Lengchan was covering his face.

On the left side of his face, a sword mark slashed vertically, and even if he dodged quickly, one eye was punctured, and a large amount of blood gushed out, making him look like an underground Shura.

Obviously, in the quick sword attack just now, Zuo Lengchan not only did not hurt Fang Ming in the slightest, but was severely injured by Fang Ming!

The disciples of Songshan listened to the order and quickly descended the mountain...... Make no mistake! ”

Zuo Lengchan Mouran roared, and then pounced again, stabbing straight with his sword, incomparable, and even seemed to have some kind of determination.

"Senior brother! Let's fight with him! ”

Ding Mian, the only remaining tota hand in the Thirteen Taibao, struck from one side, and his right hand suddenly slammed, and a puff of black cow hair needles spilled out like rain in the sky.

Swish! Zuo Lengchan's sprinting body suddenly folded, jumped like yellow lightning, jumped over the wall, and fled to the bottom of Song Mountain!

This time the rabbit got up and fell, turned around and fled in one go, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

"Good time!"

In the face of this rain in the sky, Fang Ming laughed, rolled up his cyan sleeve robe, gathered all the black cow hair needles, and brushed it at Ding Mian!

"Ahh Ding Mian screamed, and his whole body didn't know how many poisonous needles he had emitted, and he died of the consequences. (To be continued.) )